... FUCK YOU BUDDY! IF YOU WANT PEACE AND QUIET DON'T LIVE IN DOWNTOWN APARTMENT BUILDING! Why don't you move your old ass out to the suburbs you fucking fuck. And the worst part of the whole thing is, I thought I had fixed the problem, but I ran into the asshole this afternoon in the elevator, and he was all friendly. Then a few hours later, I get this note from management slid under my door. ...

Yeah, I sorta gathered you're upset. Sorry if I seemed condescending. I was referring to why *I* am glad I no longer live in an apartment building.

You don't have to tell me about asshole neighbors - in junior high, we had one who thought we were making too much noise, so he took a hammer and smashed out our eyehole thing (a large, typical NYC one, not the tiny ones you see up here) - had any of us kids actually been near the door, we could've wound up with glass shards in the eye.